Rapid Rain

Being violent out there
As violent as it can be
People struggling for a shelter everywhere
As far as the eye can see.

All the mountains have disappeared
Nothing left in the scenic view;
Getting wet outside with my peers
As my umbrella flew.

All the umbrellas have overturned,
A havoc created by everyone.
Everyone has themselves with the rain, burned
A stormy rain has left a stun.

Damp and marshy is the ground,
The rain is going on rapid.
The pitter-patter is disabling me to hear any sound,
Can't even hear anyone with the ears of a rabbit.

Should I call it perfect or misfortune?
Is it the bliss of nature or a sign of a typhoon?
Slowly the roar increases and also turns into a croon;
But when it ruins lives, is it then a curse or a boon?

-Chinmayee Kulkarni